This Snorkle runs a forge and weapons shop in the Docks of Miamecca city. Due to the noise of his trade, he has gone a little deaf.
Eh? Gadzooks! Dontcha go sneakin' up on me like that!
Well? Are ye just gonna stand there like a heap o' coal, or ye gonna tell me whatcha be wantin'?
Eh? What's that? Ye'd like to be in the belly of a whale? What kind of gibberish be that? Hmm...
The ol' hearin' ain't what it used to be, what with all the hammerin' and clankin' that goes on 'round here.
Well, speak up now. What can ol' Smythe do fer ye?